April
of a light
The
pieces flow in the mind
Of
a time once we knew
The
candles keep burning
She
may have gone
The
paradise of God's land
Watching
us from the misty clouds
Praying
for us to walk with scriptures
Pieces
of floating April
The
date she was born
There
will be no cake
There
will be no candles
In
our minds we know
The
date she was born
Now
she is in God's land
Watching
us with her silent praying
Our
mother Lena Woodworth
She
is gone but her memory stays
The
candles keep burning
In
our silent prayers
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